I am so grateful to have made it to a weekend off
that I could cry, explode and collapse, all at the same time. My God, this has
been a tough week. The weather, let’s be honest, has been shit, and my mood has
sunk lower than a weighted-down sack of kittens in a river. Everyone seems to
be pissed off about everything, and they’re all looking to me to sort things
out for them. I get it – it’s Winter, we’re all sick of dark nights, we’re all
finding everything a struggle; piling your shit onto my desk isn’t going to
cheer you up, it’s just going to drag me down with you.
Anyway, who am I to complain? I can spread a bad
mood around quicker than a Chinese exchange student spreads corona.
One finds oneself contemplating ones future, and
onedering – sorry, wondering – whether or not it’s time to move on. I
know this happens to me cyclically, but when it happens at the end of February,
it seems more heightened and more urgent.
Anyway – I don’t want to waste my Friday evening thinking
about work issues, and those drums aren’t going to play themselves…..
RC 21-2-20
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